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Don’t Kill Anymore - Savitar Barry

Savitar x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 372

Requested: Can you do a reader x Savitar Barry where he comes to visit the team after Hr death and the reader is able to convince him not to kill and that she will always be there for him and Savitar tells about how he has feelings for her. - @raveenasblog​

Authors Note: Might have tweaked it a bit by accident. I’m sorry. But thank you for requesting. Hope you enjoy it.

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“He’s here.” Caitlin mumbled watching the computer screens.

“Why now? Why do we really have to deal with him right now?” Cisco groaned in annoyance.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Y/n spoke up, pushing out her chair to get up.

“Y/n, you don’t have-” Barry started but Y/n cut him off with a gentle but tight smile.

“It’s fine. I’ll be back.” Y/n shook her head before leaving the room. She knew no one else would go talk to him, so it would be pointless to let them bicker.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked as she stepped outside, approaching the man of the hour.

“I came to talk.” Savitar shrugged putting his hands into his pockets.

“More like kill.” she mumbled looking down.

“Y/n I can explain.” he moved towards her with obvious concern being shown in his body langue and facial expression.

“I don’t want you to.” Y/n’s voice cracked as she moved her arms out to the side. Hands in the pockets of her jacket. It was freezing outside so she was hoping that this wouldn’t be to long.

“Then what do you want me to do? I can tell what I did is bothering you. How do I make it up to you?” Savitar pleaded, standing as close to her as he could. Looking directly in her eyes. Y/n could tell he really wanted to fix their relationship. But there was only one thing that could.

“Stop killing.” Y/n stated with a look that ment she was not gonna budge on the subject. 

“What?” he asked with a shocked and confused look on his face.

“You heard me.” Y/n spoke not changing her face at all.

“Y/n-”

She put her hand up to stop him before he could say more. “No, you want to do better? You want to make it up to me?” Savitar nodded, he was desperate. Once he did that Y/n stated again. “Stop killing.”

“Ok. But… Will you help me? Be better.” Savitar agreed. Anything to keep her at his side.

“Of course.”Y/n smiled, nodding in agreement that she would help him. Help him stop killing and be better.

Fraudulent Kiss

Barry Allen x Reader

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You gasp as Barry falls to the ground next to you, withering as he’s tased. “Your quite right Iris the assailant was left handed just like this man here”. You stare at the fake barry who is now passed out, his previous actions make so much sense now. 

Just five minutes before this Barry or everything man as Catlin is calling him kissed you. Now that you know it wasn’t Barry kissing you, you're not sure how you feel. In the moment when you felt his soft lips against yours all you felt was ecstatic. You and Barry had been dancing around each other since you met. Neither of you made the first move, till today or at least that's what you thought. You can’t believe you kissed the meta-human who's been terrorizing the city. 

“We need to get him to the cells” Wells directed, Iris objected telling the three of us that they need to take him to the police. Surprisingly Wells agreed, requesting Catlin help Iris with the unconscious Shapeshifter. While Iris and Catlin escorted the shapeshifter out of the cortex you went to find Barry. 

You cautiously enter the Wests’ house, heading up the stairs to Barrys room. At first glance you don’t see him till you open the closet, you find Barry tied and gagged. You quickly untie him, setting his head in your lap. In an effort to wake him you start with small slaps to his cheek.  At his lack of response your slaps grow rougher till eventually you slap him harshly leaving behind a red hand print. He does finally jolt awake, shock on his face as he quickly looks around. “What was that for?” he groans holding a hand to his face. 

“I’m sorry you weren’t waking up, are you okay.” you gently reach out, placing your hand over his red cheek. 

“The meta-human was here he changed into me we need to-” you quickly interrupted his rambling telling him that they had already caught him. “I just hope he didn’t do anything stupid while he was me”, he could already imagine all the crazy things this shapeshifter could have done while wearing his face. 

“Don’t worry Catlin was with him from the moment he left the house till he was at star labs.” 

“So nothing embarrassing?”  he questions, you paused for a moment contemplating whether or not you should tell him about the kiss. 

“Nope nothing i can think of…. Youdidkissmethough” you quickly say, words blending together. Barry stared at you trying to decipher what you said. 

“What?” 

Now you're the embarrassed one, face heating up as you thought over your next words. “You or fake you kissed me,” It was quiet, too quiet before Barry spoke up. 

“He kissed you” his voice was soft, laced with a tone you couldn’t place. You just shook your head, scared your voice would betray you. “Oh… Did.. did you kiss him back?” Barry seems just as surprised as you at the question. 

“I didn’t kiss him he kissed me” you felt the need to clarify, and you were avoiding answering his question, because you did kiss him back. 

“Of course” he seemed dejected at your answer, standing up and moving away from you. You panic slightly as he moves away, you didn’t want this to get between the two of you. 

“Barry, are you upset?” that was a stupid question, of course he’s upset you just aren’t exactly sure exactly what upset him. 

“Yes” he quickly answered, making you wither, Barry seemed to realize his mistake quickly elaborating.  “I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself” now you were just confused. 

“Why are you mad at yourself?”

“Because that stupid Meta got to kiss you before me because I’m such a chicken.” His confession leaves you breathless. 

“You want to kiss me?” you tried not to get hopeful. 

“Of course I want to kiss you, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” You let his words sink in for a moment before you stood to your feet and kissed him. It was a soft, lovely kiss. When you pull apart, both of you have dorky smiles on your face. 

“So am I the better kisser”

You giggle giving him a bright smile, “Definitely”

Hi !!

Hi !! How are you ? I know I didn’t write a lot of things about me, but I think it’s better, for now ;)

I’ll take your requests if you want me to (I know that it has better writter than me) but if it is about characters in series or/and movies I didn’t watched it would take more time than usual.

My fav series :

1. NCIS

2. Sherlock

3. The Flash

Wells Men being in love with you, but you're in a secret relationship with Harry

Note: My first imagine !! It’s a short one I hope I didn’t do any mistakes I’m so nervous. Please tell me if you find mistakes I’ll correct them (writing in a foreign language isn’t easy)

GIFS NOT MINE

Hope you like it !

"I think I'm in love with 'er. She's tellement belle." Sherloque says, smiling as you enter the room.

The Wells Men were eating together at a table, because, yes, they don't argue with each other when they eat Big Belly Burger.

"Don't dream, Frenchman," Nash says, smiling at you too "I'll take her to my adventures, and take care of her like a queen." The detective opens his mouth in shock but doesn't reply.

"Halt! Sie wants nicht to go in dangerous places mit you. She needs to be with jemand sehr smart." Wolfgang replies, making sure he's looking well.

"Nah, I don't agree with ya," Lothario mumbles, stealing a fry to the German "She needs a man whose charismatic and can give her love, which means me!" he chuckles "I would like to grab her hips, push her against a wall then f-"

"Any of us need to picture that," HR cuts "Look at the thoughts you have about her. You don't deserve her at all! But I do because I know the little things and talks that can light up her day," he smiles proudly at him.

"Shut up, you moron," Harry says, throwing HR's coffee and burger on the floor. He then gets up, goes to you, grabs your cheek, and kisses you gently. Melting in his touch, you kiss back your boyfriend.

"I love you," Harry whispers in your ear.

"Me too, but I thought you wanted a secret relationship ?" you ask, confused.

"Those guys are in love with you and I wanted them to know you already belong to Harry Wells" he winks at you, saying the last eleven words out loud. He knows the others heard those words.

You both turn to Harry's doppelgangers, still being in each other's arms. They first look at each other, then turn to you two with widen eyes and screaming at the same time :

"WHAAAAAAAATH !?"

Science experiments (EoWells x Daughter!Reader)

Note: Hi! Hope you’re doing well! I wrote this fanfiction 4 months ago and I thought sharing it would be a great idea! I’m sorry if it has mistakes  The thoughts of the characters are in italic.

Words: 650+

Warning: reader slightly hurt

GIF NOT MINE

Hope you like it!

3rd's POV:

"Wake up, (Y/N). Time to go."

Eobard Thawne stole the real Harrison Wells' body eight years ago. But he discovered - too late - that Harrison and Tess Morgan had a child, you. Eobard tried to kill you, but Harrison's love was too big. Eobard couldn't. Then Eo learned to know and love you over the years. You aren't just Harrison Wells' and Tess Morgan's child, you're HIS child. He's overprotective he loves you and doesn't want to betray you. Going back to his time without you will break his heart.

"Hey, what I've just told you? I don't want to be late at work," he says, putting the blanket away.

"Please, let me sleep, Dad" you mumble.

"Dad. What a beautiful word." Eobard stops dreaming.

"You'll sleep in my office," he protests, throwing dark pants and a blue t-shirt to you. "Your breakfast is ready and don't forget to brush your teeth." He checks his watch. "We only have half an hour. Please, hurry up!"

You're ready in time and you and your father go to S.T.A.R. Labs. He doesn't want you to go to school. He is too scared of you being bully by other children. Every day, Eobard gives you exercises and lessons. When he has to work, you are doing your science experiments. He is proud of you but hates when you get hurt. 

Being bored in his office, you find matches, chemicals, and a cardboard box. You put the chemicals on the cardboard box and finally put a match on fire. 

"How many times will take the chemicals to react? What will be the reaction?" you think.

The last thing you hear is BOUM.

Eobard's POV:

I hear a loud sound and it came from my office. (Y/N) is there. I tell Hartley I will come back soon and I run in the stair of the building. I am imaging the worst. "Is (she/he) hurt? Will I have the time to save (her/him)? Is (she/he) d- No, don't think about it. DON'T." 

I see (Y/N) unconscious on the floor. A cardboard box burned, and (she/he) is hurt. I panic, "What should I do?"

"Caitlin! I need your help right now! (Y/N) is hurt and unconscious!" I shout.

I carry (Y/N) in my arms, and Caitlin prepares a bed. During some minutes, Caitlin puts a bandage on (Y/N)'s arm. She then turns to me, wearing an assured smile, "Don't worry, Dr. Wells. (Y/N)'ll be fine and needs some rest." She puts her hand on my shoulder.

I thank her and decide to stay with my child. "All will be fine," I say to myself. I fell tears run on my cheeks and don't try to contain them.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I wake up in a bed in S.T.A.R. Labs. I feel a headache and see a bandage on my arm. Suddenly, I remember what happened earlier. "I was such an idiot!" I see my father near me, asleep in a chair. He seems so tense, so worried. As I sit up, He suddenly wakes up, ready to fight against whatever would come.

"How are you? Do you have problems breathing or moving? Do you have a headache? Are you still tired?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders with worried eyes.

"Dad, I'm fine. Thanks. I am just a bit tired and have a little headache. Don't worry," I take him in a hug.

We stay in each other's arms some minutes and pull away. He sits on the bed, next to me. 

"I know you're sorry," My father's voice cracks. "Just, please... Please (Y/N) don't do that again. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you," he whispers, containing his upcoming tears.

"I love you too," I reply. I kiss his cheek, which makes him laugh. "May I sleep again?"

He nods and keeps his hand with mine, "And when you'll wake up, I promise I'll bring you the biggest amount of Big Belly Burger food we've ever had. Then we'll eat it together," he winks and kisses my forehead.

I’m Back!!

Hi! I hope you’re all doing well!

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be inactive for 3 months. I was quite busy and still, am...but I’ll try my best to stay active! Of course, I want to have good marks at school which means if I am not so active at first it’s normal! I’m trying to find time to write between school, free time, and my other activities. For the moment, I thought about posting a short story (fanfiction or something else) every two weeks.

Thanks for understanding and I hope you’ll like my future posts as much as the old ones.

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Now Thea was never all too interested in sports. They were all the same. People, usually running, trying to dominate their opponents. However, Theadora had to admit watching baseball brought her a good amount of joy. The rules were simple, and the plays easy to follow.

Now she’d lived with her adoptive parents Barry and Iris for a little less than a year. Which meant Thea hadn’t attended the Charity game between the Central City Police Department and the Fire Department last year. If she had, she’d have known her adoptive father was terrible at baseball, or all sports in general.

“Daddy, can’t play baseball.” Thea said clapping her hands as the opposing team hit another ball into left field, where luckily Barry wasn’t. She was sitting on her adoptive mother, Iris’s, lap, in the bleachers.

“Yeah, I know sweetie.” Iris said resting her chin on Thea’s shoulder. Barry’s lack of athleticism came as no surprise to her. “He’s not the best is he?” She asked. Thea immediately shook her head, ‘no’.

Thea’s mouth hung open, lips parting in the shape of an ‘o’. She watched Barry fumble, trip over his own feet and drop the ball for like the umpteenth time. “He’s a disaster.” She finally tore her little eyes from the field, turning to look at her adoptive mom.

Iris nods, laughing softly.

“He’s our disaster.”

Orangish rays filtered through the tall windows and thin curtains. The morning light through the curtains gave the loft a soft yet cozy glow. It was 7:13, and already the city was alive. Even from the height of the West-Allen loft, one could hear the hustle and bustle of Central City down below.

“What do we do?” Thea whispered. She sat beside Barry at the kitchen island, hands folded politely on the countertop. Despite her gracious appearance, she wore a fake smile.

Everywhere she looked there was a mess. Dustings of flour, cracked egg oozing yolk, and spilled milk. The wafts of smoke smelt of ash, not pleasantly, reminding her of a house burning to the ground.

“Let me handle this,” Barry responded. He gave Thea a high five before rounding the counter to speak with his wife. “Hey honey…”

Thea’d been staying with the West Allen’s for two weeks and had learned two things: One, Barry can cook; Two, Iris can not. Iris had only cooked once since she’d been invited to stay with them. But it only took once for her to learn Iris couldn’t make toast without charring it.

Thea held her hand to her face, the same one Barry had high-fived seconds ago. She could feel the electric nature of Barry’s meta DNA flooding her system.

Her eyes darted to Barry, who was too kind for his own good, trying gently to tell Iris she'd be much more content with cereal (or air).

I can fix this, she thought before disappearing in a blur.

One second the kitchen was a disaster zone, the next you’d have thought a whole team of cleaners had been through. Barry and Iris turn, a mix of shock and surprise painted on their faces.

Thea was sitting at the table, drinking a chilled glass of sparkling apple cider. An entire meal of food covers the table. French toast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, juice, and… hamburgers?

“Hey, hey Theadora whatcha-- whatcha got there?” Barry asked, gesturing toward the assortment of food spread across the dining area table.

“Food.”

The loft was dark, the illumination of light from the flat screen gave the wide space a relaxed, cozy feeling. The darkness in a way provided sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget about the looming threats that seemed to follow the West Allen’s like rats after the Pied Piper. On the couch, cuddled into Barry’s side was Thea.

There was a shuffling of feet out in the hall, a jangle of keys, and finally a satisfying click. Light from the hall flooded through the door, filling the entry with a warm yellow glow.

“Hey you two, what are we watching?” It was Iris. From the door she could make out the upper silhouette of her husband. From previous experience she knew the twinkle toed peanut was buried under covers glued to Barry’s side.

“The dinosaur movie,” Thea murmured. Her mouth opens wide, releasing one in a series of drowsy yawns.

“Land Before Time,” Barry clarified.

“Ooh, an oldie, but a goodie.” Iris flipped on the loft lights, making Theadora whine and hide beneath her blanket until her eye adjusted to the bright light. Iris kicked off her heels, then walked round to the couch where Theadora and Barry were cuddled together.

Her face fell faster than a rock. “Thea?” She knelt in front of the spot where Thea sat. “Sweetie, were you crying?” Theadora’s eyes were puffy, her whole face washed with a dull shade of red.

“Yeah, we got a bit sad when Little Foot’s mom died,” Barry answered, tucking some misplaced strands of hair back behind Thea’s ear. Thea takes her eyes off the movie, looks at Barry, and smiles. Her usual smile, though sleepy, the mouth close ends pulled up, shifting all of her freckles.

“Well I hate to break up this cuddle fest but... It’s bedtime, Thea.” Iris said holding her arms out for the little girl to crawl into. Thea wasn’t much of a fighter when it came to her bedtime. She enjoyed sleep, Barry on the other hand…

“Aw come on, can’t we finish the movie?”

Iris scoffed at her husband. “Barry, she looks like she’s about to pass out.” Theodora had been awake for sixteen hours, which in her case for her age was a lot. Her eyes were lazily open, glazed over and unfocused. “Come on, sweetie.” Iris scooped up Thea, realizing the child was too exhausted to move.

Thea cuddles in, resting her chin on Iris’s shoulder. “I’m tired,” she hummed, rubbing her tired little eyes with the insides of her palms.

“Oh, I know,” Iris cooed, as she carried Thea towards her room.

Thea’s eyes widen. One second she’s in Iris’s arms, the next she’s in Barry’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. “Sorry. Almost forgot." She murmured. “Goodnight, Barry.” She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled herself close. She leaned in, so her forehead rested against his chest. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Barry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep well, peanut.” In that moment, his arms squeezed a fraction tighter before releasing. Thea giggled, sliding off Barry’s lap then returning to Iris.

Thea was a sweet kid. So bright, kind. The more time he spent with her, the more Barry fell for the little things about her; She always colored with tongue out; She sang her favorite song when she was uncomfortable; She always had stickers in case someone needed a cheer up; She gave the warmest hugs.

“I ran really fast today,” Thea said, taking Iris’s hand.

“You did?”

“Mm hmm, faster than Barry even.”

The more time he spent with her, the harder Barry found it to lie to himself. He loved her as if she were his own.

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